Look for your Shiba, now back to mine, now back to yours, now back to mine.
Sadly, yours isn’t mine. But if you had gotten paranoid and kept watching to make sure yours didn’t chew through the lead and take off after the chickens in the neighbour’s yard, yours could be like mine.
Look down, back up. Where are you?
You’re wandering, around the neighbourhood, dreaming of the tethered, confined dog – the dog your dog could be like.
I’m leashed to a Shiba…